NO WAY BACK

By
Ken Craven

First net-published by Ken Craven 2001


Authors Note

This is my first story and I intend it to be a novel length work. It is 
comprised of about seventy percent original work and the remainder 
borrowed from my favorite stories that I have collected on the net over 
the past few years. My thanks to all those net-authors who inspired me 
to write this story and my special thanks to everyone from whom I stole 
ideas. I hope you don't mind.


Disclaimer

This story contains description of sexual acts between young boys and 
girls that include bondage, humiliation and forced sex. If this is not 
to your taste or illegal in your region do not proceed further. This is 
entirely a work of fiction and none of the characters or events 
described exist. 


Chapter 1

Chris woke up early that morning. He had just recently turned 
twelve and today was the first day of school and he would now be 
in the seventh grade. Which also meant that he would also be 
starting at the senior school of the private high school for boys 
that he attended. The junior school had grades one to six, and 
the senior school had grades seven to twelve. Although the senior 
school was directly next to the junior school, in fact they 
shared the gym and sports facilities, to Chris it still felt like 
he was starting at a totally new school.

As he rubbed his eyes, he remembered the past school year and 
hoped that this one would not be as bad. Last year in the sixth 
grade had been hell. The summer before, his best friend in the 
whole world had moved and Chris wasn't close to anyone else. So 
all year last year he had felt alone and the constant teasing 
from a number of the kids in school didn't help either.

While Chris was a good-looking red haired kid, he was 
physically immature for his age, which made it all too easy to 
tease him. Although he had recently turned twelve he could easily 
be mistaken for a ten year old. His young body was slender, 
without being skinny, his belly flat and his fair skin was smooth 
and  hairless, particularly around his cock and balls which had 
not even begun to show any signs of puberty. But to make things 
worse, Chris's penis also attracted attention and ridicule 
whenever he was in the showers after gym class. Even when it was 
soft his short two inch circumcised penis stuck out horizontally 
from his smooth hairless groin, like he had a mini hard on all 
the time. This made his the target of endless jokes and taunting 
from the other boys about his 'permanent little woodie.'

At times when he was embarrassed or cold his little penis 
shrank until the shaft could not be seen at all, and the 
circumcised tip seemed to stick directly out of his body. And no 
one, apart from himself, had ever seen him erect, which wasn't a 
whole lot better at just three inches long and still sticking 
straight out horizontal.

Chris was very aware of his own physical shortcomings (so to 
speak) and this made him shy around other boys and he tended to 
be a loner, set-apart from the other children around him.

Now Chris stood before the mirror which showed that he still 
had not matured since school let out last year (except having 
grown a half-inch or so). Chris knew that this school-year would 
be just like the last. Immediately Chris's mind went back to the 
incident in the shower room on the last school day of last year, 
where he and his classmates had to shower after gym class nearly 
everyday. After gym showers were the greatest source of 
humiliation for him.

At the end of last year, on his last day of being in the sixth 
grade, he had gym class. At the end of the class all the boys had 
to take a shower before going to their next class (a strict 
school rule). Chris always tried to be one of the last ones into 
the locker room, so he wouldn't have to endure the teasing. But 
there was always one person who waited for him, Steve.

Steve had been the thorn in Chris's side for several years now 
and seeing Chris naked gave him all the more ammunition he needed 
to tease Chris with. It seemed like almost every time Chris went 
into the locker room, there was Steve waiting for him. Usually 
Steve had already showered and was ready to return to class, and 
the gym teacher never entered the shower room while there were 
still boys showering, this was another school rule. So it was 
easy for Steve and a few of his friends to lay in wait for 
Chris's arrival.

Chris remembered that day at the end of last semester in the 
showers very well. When Chris entered the locker room, he went to 
his assigned locker and began removing his clothes. First his 
white tee-shirt, then his shoes and socks, then his white gym 
shorts. Once he was down to just his brief jockey underwear, 
Steve said from behind, "C'mon Chris, show us all that little 
dick of yours."

Chris tried to ignore him but he could hear the giggling from 
the other boys who watched with glee. He started folding his gym 
clothes and placing them in his locker. But the more Chris 
ignored him, the more Steve was determined to get Chris's 
attention.

"Hey Chris, you won't be able to get your underpants off if 
that tiny prick of yours is still sticking straight out as 
usual!" continued Steve cruelly and loudly. Again there was a 
wave of giggling from around the room.

Chris knew Steve was sneaking up on him from behind but he 
continued to ignore the other boy. Soon Steve was so close that 
Chris could feel Steve's breath on the back of his neck. Then, 
suddenly, Steve reached around from behind and grabbed one of 
Chris's little boy nipples, pinching and twisting it with his 
index finger and thumb as hard as he could until Chris yelped in 
pain. Then, without another word, Steve reached out with his 
other hand and grabbed hold of Chris's little white briefs and 
with a sudden jerk ripped them from his body, which made the 
tearing sound that only underwear could make.

Chris screamed in pain as the material ripped across his 
genitals. Chris could feel his nuts getting mashed by the elastic 
leg band as the tiny garment was torn from his body. Then, while 
Chris was hunched over in pain both hands clutching his aching 
balls, Steve grabbed all of Chris's clothes out of the still open 
locker and ran across to the other side of the locker room at top 
speed. Chris tried to run after him but was still in too much 
pain to keep up. Steve ran directly to his locker and stuffed his 
victim's clothes into the locker and locked it, grabbed his books 
and dashed out of the locker room and went on to class.

Around him the other remaining few boys laughed at their 
victim's pain and embarrassment and then left the change room 
following their leader. Leaving Chris in the locker room with 
nothing to wear but his hands cupping his twelve year old 
hairless genitals and the tears that misted his eyes. As Chris 
contemplated his options, he sobbed at the thought of anyone 
seeing his naked body, it was too embarrassing for this very shy 
boy to handle. He walked around in a circle for several minutes 
thinking of what to do next. He could walk to the principal's 
office but if he did, he would almost certainly be seen before he 
got there (the principal's office being on the other side of the 
school). Chris knew it would be hours before the coach ever came 
in but he also knew that there were other Gym classes throughout 
the day and that if he stayed there, he would be humiliated.

He could always go out the back door of the locker room and run 
into the woods some fifty yards away. From there he was sure he 
could make it home through the woods, because his back yard, 
along with a few other houses, started when the woods left off. 
There were only two problems; the first one was that the woods 
was about four miles across to his house; the second was the 
thoughts he had of explaining to his mother why he skipped class 
and what had happened to his clothes. And he desperately hoped 
his two younger sisters were not home from school by the time he 
got there. But, running home naked through the woods was the only 
way out that could possibly leave him some dignity.

As Chris fumbled around the locker room looking for a towel or 
something that he could use to cover himself, he heard the next 
group of boys coming in from gym class and knew that this was his 
only opportunity to escape. So, it was out through the showers 
and out the back door he went. After the door closed behind him, 
Chris knew he'd be on his own. So, before he let it close, he 
looked around carefully to make sure there was no one lurking 
behind the school in the small grassy patch that lead to the 
woods. Once he saw that all was clear, he slipped out the door 
and ran the fifty yards to the safety of the woods.

Once in the woods, Chris glanced back to make sure that no one 
had seen or followed him. He was relieved to see that this 
particular part of the school grounds was obscured from the 
classroom windows so it was unlikely that anyone had seen him. 
Alone and naked Chris started his long journey through the woods 
back to his house.

Surprisingly, Chris felt exhilarated by the feeling of the soil 
under his bare feet and the leaves brushing against his bare 
bottom as he passed and especially when an occasional twig 
brushed across his penis and balls. He was really enjoying his 
walk through the woods, being alone in nature in his most natural 
state.

He soon realized that his penis had become very hard and grown 
to its full three inches. As he looked down at himself he could 
see that not only was his little cock hard and erect, but his 
small boy nipples were standing out too. Like two oversized goose 
bumps.

As he walked he let his hand drift down to his stiff cock and 
grasped it firmly and began slowly squeezing it. He had played 
with his penis many times before when lying in bed at night and 
always enjoyed how it felt when it got hard. But he had never 
done it outside in the open like now. Where there was the risk 
that some one might see him. The thought excited him in a way he 
didn't understand.

Chris continued on the path for nearly an hour. The whole time 
his preteen cock had remained fully erect and just wouldn't go 
soft again. He felt confused by his preteen body's reaction to 
being naked out in the open but he was also relieved that no one 
had seen him in his birthday suit.

As he neared his house, he could see the chain-link fence that 
surrounded his backyard. Luckily, it was still early enough in 
the day that Chris knew his neighbors were probably still at 
work.

Chris walked up to the fence and realized that he'd never tried 
to climb a fence naked before. Actually, he'd never done anything 
besides showering nude. As he stuck his foot in the fence to get 
a grip to climb over, he put his weight on his smooth boyish feet 
in the thin wire weave of the fence and winced with a tinge of 
pain. As he put his other foot a little higher in the fence, he 
again winced a little from the pain. As he got used to it, it 
became easier though still very painful.

As he reached the top of the fence and swung his leg over to 
begin his climb down the other side, he lost his footing. Chris 
naked body immediately fell down with one leg either side of the 
fence. As his weight dropped across the fence the narrow metal 
fence pole was jammed up between his legs and crushing his small 
hairless balls under his own weight.

"Yeeahhhgggghh!" he grunted loudly in pain.

He then slid from the top of the fence pole and on to the row 
of sharp points where the wires of the chain-link fence were bent 
over and tied off. These points jabbed painfully into his still 
hard cock and already battered balls and as his body settled 
further down onto the top of the fence he felt one of the wire 
points press into his unprotected anus and push inside.

Chris automatically arched his body back and desperately tried 
to lift himself up to remove the heavy wire invading his back 
passage. "Owwww shit!" he cried at the top of his lungs.

With all his strength he lifted himself up off the row of wire 
points cutting into the soft flesh between his legs and finally 
the wire in his bottom popped out.

The naked boy released a long sigh of relief, before suddenly 
falling sideways off the fence, and forcing other wires to gouge 
into his ball-sack. He crashed on to the ground in his backyard. 
Clutching his testicles and groaning in pain, he rolled around in 
the grass.

But that was last year. Now Chris stood before his mirror, 
looking at his small unchanged, prepubescent body remembering 
that awful day and dreading the day ahead. As his mother called 
him down for breakfast, Chris quickly dried off his short red 
hair, still wet from his morning shower, and got dressed in his 
school uniform of gray shorts, white short-sleeved shirt, and a 
gray and red striped tie.

Once downstairs, Chris ate his breakfast, which consisted of 
little more than a couple of Pop Tarts and a glass of orange 
juice.

"Is that all you're going to eat?" asked his mom concerned 
about his lack of appetite.

"Aw mom, I'm okay!" came Chris's standard answer to his mom's 
constant over-protectiveness.

At that moment, they were joined at the breakfast table by 
Chris's two younger sisters. The first of the girls to arrive was 
Karen.

Karen was eleven years old, a whole year younger than Chris, 
she was nearly as tall as Chris and was just as slender. She had 
long red hair that reached down to her shoulder blades at the 
back. She was wearing her elementary school uniform which 
consisted of a blue and white checked dress that covered nearly 
to her knees, short white sox and black shoes. She was starting 
the sixth grade this year. The top of Karen's dress fitted 
tightly enough over her still flat chest to clearly outline her 
two sweet little girl nipples as they pressed against the thin 
material. Those small pre-pubescent cherry pips each surrounded 
by a small circle of dark brown always seemed to show so 
invitingly through of her thin school dress when she didn't wear 
anything under the dress, which she seldom did. Her breasts were 
still completely unformed so she didn't even have to wear a 
training bra yet. Recently it seemed that Chris couldn't help but 
notice his younger sister's nipples nearly every day and he 
secretly longed to touch them.

As usual the last to the breakfast table was Lisa. The small 
slender nine year old girl was dressed in the same uniform as her 
older sister, and this year she was starting the fourth grade. 
Lisa had long red hair just like her sister, and big brown eyes 
that gave her small face a look of total innocence.

"Everyone has to eat breakfast before they got to the bus 
stop!" their mom ordered.

"I'm done!" said Chris stuffing a piece of toast into his 
mouth. He grabbed his backpack of books and headed outside to 
walk to the bus stop.

As he headed down the path towards the street, his two sisters 
called to him from the front door. "Wait up Chris! Wait for us!"

"Hurry up slow coach!" called Chris over his shoulder, not 
slowing his pace and forcing his younger sisters to run to catch 
up.

As usual Chris watched his sisters get on their bus safely, 
then waited the extra five minutes for his to arrive.

As he sat by himself on the bus, he wondered what horror would 
await him today. Would Steve be waiting for him in the locker 
room again? What if someone else saw him make that naked dash 
home at the end of last semester? Would they make fun of him? 
Shit, why do I have to go to school at all? He pondered what the 
day would bring as he stared vacantly out of the bus window.

The first thing he was aware of as he neared the senior school 
gates was the noise, hundreds of kids shouting and laughing and 
he suddenly realized how much bigger the senior section of the 
school was compared to the junior school.

The first thing Chris saw was a large sign 'New students this 
way' with an arrow pointing left and so he and the many others 
turned and walked along several long corridors. More signs guided 
them until eventually they reached an open door which had a 'New 
Students' sign on it.

As the boys pushed their way through this door Chris was aware 
of the pressure of other bodies all trying to jam into the room 
which seemed too small for the purpose. The pressure of so many 
young boys' bodies didn't ease once he was inside, it was all too 
obvious now that the room was nowhere near large enough to 
accommodate all the new boys still piling in.

He found himself in the middle of the room which was now packed 
full, and he could just make out a desk on a raised dais at the 
front where a teacher was sitting patiently, waiting until all 
the new boys had entered. There must have been over a hundred 
boys in the room by now, and there were still more pushing into 
the room which was causing everyone to press forward even more to 
make room for them. Chris held his backpack of books above his 
head, like the other boys who had packs were doing, so other boys 
wouldn't be pushed against it and to allow more of the new boys 
to fit in the over-cramped room.

As the boy behind him pushed forward, Chris stepped forward a 
little to make room same but soon found himself pressing against 
a blonde boy directly in front of him. So he tried to go back a 
bit but found that the boy behind him was now pressing against 
him and he couldn't go back. He now realized that he was stuck in 
this very cramped position with eleven and twelve year old boys 
pressed against him on all sides.

A teacher stood up and the low hum of conversation died as he 
started to speak.

"Good morning boys. I'd like to welcome you to the senior 
school and I know it's probably a bit confusing for you at the 
moment. That's why we've got you all in here to start with. Once 
the rest of the students have attended morning assembly and gone 
to their classes we'll be able to sort you all out. So will you 
just remain here for the present while I go to the assembly. I'm 
sorry for the cramped conditions but it will only be for about 
ten minutes. And please try not to make too much noise."

When he finished speaking the teacher walked to the door and 
left, leaving the packed room of young boys to wait. After a few 
moments of silence the hum of conversation started again. Chris 
had few friends, so he was not surprised to find that he was 
standing with boys he didn't know. 'Maybe this was an opportunity 
for Chris to escape the bullying of his past', Chris thought.

He thought about starting a conversation with one of the other 
boys when he became aware of a more serious problem. The squash 
in the room meant that the back of the blonde haired boy in front 
of him was pressed right against him and the boy's ass was 
pressing against Chris's crotch. This was bad enough but the boy 
was also moving slightly from side to side, presumably to get as 
comfortable as possible in the crush of bodies, and as his ass 
moved over the front of Chris's shorts he could feel his dick 
getting stiff.

'Oh shit, that's all I need', he thought and tried to back away 
only to find his own rear was now pressing into the crotch of the 
boy behind. He was well and truly stuck and desperately tried to 
think of something other than his stiffening cock, which was now 
pushing uncomfortably against his jockeys and shorts. There was 
also something pressing against his ass now and he didn't take 
long to realize that the boy behind him was having the same 
problem as he was and it was a hardening boy cock Chris could 
feel being pressed between the cheeks of his bottom. He tried to 
keep as still as possible, but even this didn't help as the 
blonde boy was now pressed against him so much that he could 
smell his freshly washed hair as well as his obviously newly 
starched shirt. This coupled with the now fully hard organ 
pressing against the rear of his shorts was enough to complete 
him getting totally hard and the head of his dick was now tenting 
his shorts outwards and pushing tight against the blonde boy's 
ass.

Any minute he was expecting this boy to say something nasty but 
instead the boy seem to increase the rubbing of his ass against 
Chris's crotch and at the same time the boy behind started 
pressing against him more firmly forcing his cock tight against 
Chris's rear.

It was only now he realized that what was happening may not be 
an accident - it wasn't that he was stupid but he'd never been in 
a situation like this before. Sure, at junior school he'd sneaked 
furtive looks at his friends' little cocks when they were pissing 
or in the showers but that had been more out of curiosity. And 
he'd never seen any of them hard. Now he had one unknown boy's 
shorts-covered dick pushing hard against his ass whilst his own 
stiffie was rubbing against some other blonde boy's ass! Although 
he was nervous and a bit scared of this new situation he also 
knew he was enjoying the experience and his twelve year old body 
even started to respond. First by pushing his ass back into the 
boy behind then pressing his crotch against the rear in front as 
much as he could. All the while trying to make the movements seem 
accidental.

Then he felt a hand brushing his left leg.

Chris almost stopped breathing as the warm fingers stroked the 
bare skin of his leg just below his shorts - it felt really good 
- but then they started to slide upwards and he closed his eyes 
as they slipped inside his shorts' leg and moved up his thigh. 
Chris's knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on his 
backpack, which he still held above his head.

Now the wandering fingers were just brushing the bottom of his 
brief white jockeys, but almost before Chris realized the fingers 
pressed into the top of his leg and slid under the elastic leg 
band of his white cotton briefs.

Chris thought about saying something to make the hand stop. But 
he didn't want to draw any attention to himself. Above all he 
wanted to blend in, and making a fuss on the first day in front 
of every boy in the seventh grade was definitely not a good idea.

The fingers had now moved further into his jockeys and brushed 
against the smooth hairless skin of his small firm balls. Chris 
clenched his grip on his backpack even tighter in a mixture of 
excitement and helplessness, what was happening felt so good, but 
it shouldn't be happening and he should do something to stop it. 
But he was too embarrassed to make a fuss. He held his breath 
with unexpected anticipation as the slowly moving fingers finally 
made their first contact with his completely stiff three inch 
cock. A thumb and finger were gently pressed against the sides of 
his shaft before starting to slide up and down, brushing against 
his sensitive, spongy cock head each time they completed their 
forward motion. He had originally thought it must have been the 
boy behind him who was daringly feeling his penis, but then 
realized that he still had a stiff cock pressing against the rear 
of his shorts so the hand must belong to someone else! But who? 
He looked down trying to find its owner, but the press of boy's 
bodies was too tight and he couldn't see.

Now the hand had changed its movements and was moving Chris's 
cock from side to side causing the head to rub against the inside 
of his jockeys at the point where the blonde boy's ass was 
pressing hardest. The thought of there only being a few thin 
layers of clothing between his dick and the ass in front of him 
was making Chris's head spin and he was getting a strange but 
nice feeling in his groin, and it was growing rapidly more 
intense! Now the fingers had speeded up their movements causing 
Chris's cock head to rub faster and faster against the rough 
cotton and he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stand 
it. The sensations now radiating from his penis were almost 
unbearable. The boy behind him was now grinding his stiff cock 
against his rear so hard that his cock was pressing Chris's 
shorts and jockey's into the crack of his ass cheeks. Then the 
sensations running through the aroused boy's body got even more 
intense and he realized it felt a bit like he wanted to piss, but 
also somehow far more exciting.

'Oh god! I'm going to piss myself' he thought, horrified. He 
clenched his buttocks trying to stop himself from wetting his 
pants, and tried to twist his body away from the hand at his 
boyhood, but he could hardly move an inch in the packed room. The 
intensity of the sensations kept growing and his cock started 
throbbing wildly in the mystery boy's hand. A wonderful sensation 
flowed from his cock throughout his body. He immediately knew he 
hadn't pissed himself as there was no wetness in his jockey's or 
shorts, although his shaft was still throbbing and the fingers 
were still rubbing his cock head hard against his clothing.

If it hadn't been so crowded Chris might have collapsed but the 
pressure of the bodies around him fortunately prevented such an 
embarrassing thing happening. It took all his control to stop 
himself from moaning out loud as his slender body shuddered with 
his preteen dry orgasm.

'Shit some kid jerked me off!' Chris thought still dizzy from 
the experience. His slightly softening cock was still jerking as 
his orgasm faded, then the hand was whipped from inside his 
jockeys just as the door opened and he heard the teacher calling 
for silence.

All through the twenty minute talk that followed Chris could 
still feel the hardness of the boy behind him pressing into his 
ass and before the talk was ended his own cock was starting to 
stiffen again despite the amazing dry orgasm he had experienced 
not so long before. He tried to ignore it and listened as the 
teacher ended his 'pep talk'.

"Right, now you can have a break for half an hour and then 
you'll be allocated your homerooms. There you will be assigned 
your classes and classrooms. Oh and don't think you're always 
going to an easy day like this, after today things are going to 
get a lot harder".

Chris heard muffled giggling from boys somewhere near him and 
couldn't stop his face from flushing red with embarrassment.

He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened as the room 
started to empty and the sight of all the other eleven and twelve 
year old boys in gray shorts and white shirts was all he needed 
to attain another full hard on. He was already wishing they were 
all staying in the room so he could hide his erection from view. 
As he was leaving the room, Chris held his backpack in front of 
his groin to hide his erection and hurriedly left the room.

This was the first time another person had ever touched his 
cock, and he didn't even know who had done it. Could it have been 
the blonde boy? Or was it one of the boys to the side? He 
couldn't be sure. He then realized that the other boy would have 
had to be kneeling on the floor to reach where he did, and he 
would probably never find out who it was.

As he got to the homeroom, Chris noticed that there were only 
two seats left. One was next to some fat boy he didn't recognize 
and the other was next Sam, a boy he knew from last year. Sam and 
Chris hadn't really been all that good of friends but Chris 
decided to avoid the awkwardness of meeting someone new and just 
sit by Sam.

When Chris sat down, Sam immediately said, "Hey, Chris, what's 
up?"

Sam had not yet turned twelve. But even though he was still 
eleven, at least for a couple of months, he was one of the more 
popular guys in the junior school, mainly because he was good at 
sports, but also because he was quite good looking. He had an 
angelic face, blue eyes, clear lightly tanned skin, wavy shoulder 
length light brown hair, all combined with a very trim athletic 
body.

Chris looked at the boy sitting beside him waiting for his 
reply and said, "Hi Sam, how was your summer?" Then, the teacher 
shushed the class and took roll.

As the homeroom ended, all the kids checked their schedules and 
left for their next class. Throughout the rest of the day, Chris 
was happy to find out that Sam was in all but one of his classes. 
He was also happy that the one class Sam wasn't in with him was 
gym class. Chris didn't want Sam to see him naked.

When Chris got to gym class, he was hoping that Steve would not 
be in the class with him. Chris walked in to the locker room to 
change out for class. As Chris began to change into his gym gear, 
a very familiar voice came from behind him.

"Hey, Chris, that tiny cock of yours grow any stiffer during 
the summer?"

Chris immediately knew who it was. It was Steve. Chris's heart 
sank as he realized that Steve must be in the same gym class as 
him. He would have to put up with Steve's teasing for yet another 
year.

As Chris turned to face Steve, he noticed that Steve seemed 
bigger than last year. Steve had grown quite a bit and had also 
let his light brown hair grow out a bit which made him look a 
little older than he was. All this maturity in Chris's rival was 
going to make it even harder to take his constant teasing. Steve 
pulled his gym shirt over his head and down his torso. He then 
threw his street clothes into his locker which, to Chris's 
horror, was right next to his.

The coach came into the locker room and yelled for everyone to 
hurry up. Steve stood there, knowing now that Chris would have to 
strip in front of him, at least to his underwear. Chris continued 
to remove his school uniform, first taking his shoes and sox off. 
Chris then bent down to drop his shorts and as he stood up again 
his penis was in its usual horizontal position with its 
circumcised head pressing against the thin white material of his 
undies, and as always it gave the impression of a very small 
erection. Seeing this Steve started to giggle. "Is that thing 
still stickin' straight out? Why don't you just tie it down with 
string or something?" Having had his fun, Steve left the locker 
room still laughing at Chris's humiliation.

As Steve left the room Chris thought he saw the small blonde 
kid, who was standing in front of him in the assembly room 
earlier, watching from the change room door, but as he turned to 
take a closer look the boy disappeared behind the door. Finally 
left alone Chris dressed for gym class in the school standard 
white tee-shirt, white shorts and white sox and trainers.

Despite Steve being in the same class, gym was an uneventful 
session of track and field practice, much to Chris's relief. 
Afterwards all the boys flooded back into the locker room and 
hurriedly stripped naked and rushed into the adjoining shower 
room. Chris was last into the locker room and by then the rest of 
the class was already in the showers and he could hear the 
excited babble of boys voices as the showered in the next room.

He knew he could not put off the inevitable any longer and he 
untied his trainers and kicked them off. Next he pulled off his 
white sox, white tee-shirt and white shorts, the standard sports 
uniform at the senior school. Standing only in his white jockey 
undies Chris stood and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist 
band and hesitated, reluctant to be naked in front of other boys.

At that moment the sports teacher opened the door and said, 
"Hurry up and get in the showers or you'll hold up the next 
class!" He then quickly exited again.

Chris sighed and pushed his white undies down his tanned legs 
and off onto the tiled floor. He then took a deep breath and 
walked into the shower room with the other fifteen boys of his 
class. He quickly found a vacant shower rose in one corner of the 
room and he went to it and faced the wall as he stepped under the 
water flow. He lifted his face up towards the shower rose and 
closed his eyes as he let the warm water flow through his hair 
and down over his naked body. The warm spray felt wonderful and 
refreshing and he began to forget about his fears.

"CRACK!" the perfectly aimed end of a wet towel flicked out and 
struck the underside of Chris's soft penis, an all too easy 
target the way it always stuck out horizontally. Chris yelped in 
surprise at the unexpected attack on his private parts. He 
automatically doubled over, both hands clutching his stinging 
penis. Before he could recover his composure hands had grabbed 
him and dragged him into the middle of the shower room. His 
wrists were then roughly seized and pulled in front of him. He 
then felt thin rope of some type being wrapped around them, tying 
them firmly together.

"Hey! Let go!" cried Chris finally finding his voice.

But his objections could barely be heard above the excited 
cries of the other boys. Before he could say anything else his 
tied wrists were being pulled up towards the ceiling forcing him 
to stand up straight with his arms stretched over his head. He 
looked up and saw that his wrists were tied and a loose end of 
the rope was lopped over a water pipe near the ceiling and then 
tied to a tap fitting on the wall.

He was now surrounded by a circle of naked laughing boys, all 
staring at his slim body and pointing at his prominent jutting 
little cock. Chris could feel their eyes on him and he lifted one 
knee and tried to cover his privates with his thigh. But he only 
succeeded in drawing more attention to his circumcised penis.

"Tie his feet!" called a voice which Chris was sure belonged to 
Steve. Immediately hands grabbed his ankles and he felt rope 
being tied to each. Chris tried to struggle but there were just 
too many of them.

The next thing the frightened twelve year old boy knew was that 
he was now firmly secured in the middle of shower room. His 
wrists were tied together and pulled up over his head and his 
ankles each tied to an iron drainage grill cemented into the 
tiled floor, so his feet were held about three feet apart, 
spreading his legs wide. His slender naked preteen body was now 
stretched out on full display for all the other kids in his gym 
class to see.

As Chris looked around the circle he saw that some of the boys 
had circumcised penises, and other had foreskins covering the 
head of their cocks. Chris also saw that many of the boys were 
holding their hands over their groins, trying to casually hide 
their little erections.

"How come your cock is sticking straight out like that?" asked 
one boy staring at Chris's two inch circumcised penis jutting 
straight out horizontally and not laying down over his small 
balls. As usual this attracted everyone's attention.

"You have a really short boner!" said another boy

"No he's soft still. He just always sticks straight out!" 
answered Steve. "Even when it's soft, go ahead and feel it!"

"Hey you can't do that!" Chris protested helplessly.

But the boy ignored him and stepped up and felt Chris's soft 
cock. "Hey it really is soft!" he chirped excitedly to his 
friends as he roughly squeezed and stretched Chris's soft penis.

As soon as he released Chris's cock, another hand took its 
place, feeling the small member. Then another boy moved in on one 
side, brutally seizing the helpless penis and pulling it towards 
him, forcing Chris to twist his hips towards the boy to ease the 
painful stretch of his preteen cock.

"Owww! Careful!" Chris groaned. "Please let go of me!"

But the excited boys had now formed a close circle around him. 
All excitedly jostling for their chance to feel Chris's little 
circumcised cock. Hand after hand gripped his penis and roughly 
squeezed and stretched it in all directions. All this attention 
was too much for the embarrassed twelve year old and he could 
feel his cock beginning to harden as all these naked boys played 
with it.

"Hey it's getting hard!" came the excited cry from the boy now 
feeling the growing preteen penis.

"He likes having his cock felt!" said another.

"Maybe he likes us boys playing with it!"

This was just too embarrassing and Chris's face turned a deep 
shade of red. Why was this happening to him?

"Step back everyone!" came Steve's loud commanding voice. And 
all the boys immediately stepped away from Chris and formed a 
circle around him again.

As Chris looked around him at the circle of naked boys he could 
see they were all staring at his three inch erection.

"Get some wet towels!" added Steve and boys scurried off and 
soon returned with a number of white towels that they handed 
around to everyone. All the boys twirled them into sausages and 
then dipped one end into the water laying on the shower room 
floor making it heavy and wet

"Whack his ass!" yelled a boy enthusiastically from somewhere 
behind him.

"Whack his belly!" yelled a different boy off to one side.

"Whack his cock!" squealed another boy with rising excitement 
straining his voice.

"Whack his balls!" yelled yet another.

"No not my balls! Please no!" Chris cried nearly in tears as he 
imagined the agony of all those heavy wet towel tips smacking 
against his defenseless young testicles.

"You heard him," Steve called out to the others. "He said we 
can whack anything except his balls."

"No I didn't!" Chris cried. But he had barely got the words out 
when his naked preteen body was assailed by a rain of flicking 
wet towels from all directions.

'SMACK!'

'SMACK!'

'SMACK!'

The towels stuck his taut slender young body on his soft belly, 
on his firm round ass cheeks, and frequently under his stiff 
cock, that now stood out its full three inches making it an all 
too easy target. Each time his sensitive cock was struck it would 
swing up and 'slap' loudly against his hairless lower belly, and 
then drop back ready to be hit again. This produced a double 
sound each time his cock was hit and then slapped up against his 
belly.

'SMACK-slap!'

'SMACK-slap!'

'SMACK-slap!'

Many of the boys laughed excitedly as they watched this display 
of boy penis acrobatics.

The towels continued their biting attack as the circle of over 
excited eleven and twelve year olds assaulted their naked and 
helpless victim. Soon his smooth preteen body was covered in 
small red blotches from where the stinging wet towels whipped 
painfully against his soft skin.

Fortunately for Chris his tender young balls were spared from 
the onslaught. But behind him one of the boys was taking careful 
aim on the crack between Chris's ass cheeks that were pulled 
slightly apart by the position of his spread legs, exposing his 
small anus. The boy slowly swung the wet towel back and quickly 
swung it forward and fired his stinging wet towel tip at the 
small puckered target. It struck home with amazing accuracy, 
causing Chris to yelp shrilly and thrust his hips forward, away 
from this painful attack on his most private hole. This sudden 
movement forced his groin forward, making the next towel tip 
aimed at his cock miss and hit his small balls instead.

Chris's eyes popped wide open and his mouth gaped in a silent 
scream as the sudden pain had taken his breath away.

"Wow!" said one boy in awe. "That must have really hurt!"

The surrounding boys stopped their attack and stared in 
silence, all totally absorbed in watching their victim's reaction 
to the cruel strike on his tender young balls. Many of them 
clutched at their own hairless preteen balls in sympathy with 
their victim who was now moaning in agony.

"That's enough!" commanded Steve. "Let's go and leave him 
here!" With that all the boys began filing out of the showers, 
still chattering excitedly to each other, leaving poor Chris 
hanging in the middle of the shower room, his battered cock now 
shortening to its normal soft two inches.

As the last of the other boys left the showers for the change 
room, Steve stepped up close to Chris and began tickling his 
small nipples, making them turn into hard little nubbins and also 
making his cock return to full hardness again. Chris didn't 
expect how good this felt and he let out a soft moan before he 
could stop it.

"I think this is going to be a real fun year!" Steve said with 
an evil smile, and to emphasize the point he reached down and 
gave Chris's hard boner a very tight squeeze. He then flicked his 
finger wickedly against Chris's unprotected balls making him gasp 
with the sudden pain that seemed to move from his balls to the 
pit of his stomach. Steve then left his victim and headed for the 
change room with the other boys.

"Hey wait!" Chris called after the boys as they all quickly 
dressed and left the change room. "Hey wait! Don't leave me 
here!" With his back to the door he couldn't see if they were 
really going to leave him or not.

He heard the outer door to the change room close one final time 
and he knew that they had left him tied and helpless. He wondered 
when the next class was and if he was going to be stuck all day. 
He was brought back from his worried speculation by a slight 
noise from directly behind him. Chris was about to turn his head 
to see who was there, when a towel was suddenly draped over his 
head and the end wrapped around his neck so that he could see 
nothing.

"Hey! Who's that?" he said loudly in surprise.

But he was quickly silenced by a hand that suddenly reached 
between his spread legs and squeezed hard on his small hairless 
balls.

"Arrrghhh! All right stop please!"

A boy's voice, whispered to disguise its owner, and very close 
behind him said, "Shut up or I'll rip 'em off!"

The vice-like grip on his tender boyhood released and Chris 
struggled to breathe again. He knew he was totally at the mercy 
of this unknown boy.

The whispered voice now said, "Feel this?"

Chris felt a small metal implement, probably a knife but he 
couldn't be sure, touch the underside of his ball sack. His body 
instinctively stiffened in fear. The point of the point of the 
cold sharp metal was dragged lightly back across his balls and 
into the crack of his ass, his spread legs allowing all too easy 
access. The sharp metal was moved further back and its point 
scraped over his exposed anus making him shudder. He lifted his 
bound and spread naked body up on his tip-toes, in an automatic 
and useless attempt to escape the contact on his virgin anus. The 
point played there for a moment, teasing the small sensitive 
doorway, as if the boy holding the sharp object was considering 
pushing it in, and then it moved on. Chris exhaled a sigh of 
relief.

"Do nothing! Say nothing! And nothing bad will happen to you!" 
continued the whisperer. "But if you cum in my mouth I'll cut 
your balls!" As these last words were said Chris felt the point 
of the metal blade scrape lightly along that line on his ball 
sack that divides a young boy's testicles. Then the sharp point 
scraped lightly up the underside of his erect penis and even 
across his piss slit, making Chris's body shudder at both the 
sharp discomfort and the horror of the dire threat. At least his 
fear was making his cock soft again, and Chris was thankful.

Chris had heard these words and their meaning only slowly 
started to sink in. Was this boy going to put his cock in his 
mouth? Chris had heard the term 'cocksucker' often in the school 
playground, but he never really thought much about what it meant. 
He wanted to cry out, to plead to be let go, but he was just too 
scared.

He heard the boy move around to be in front of him and then 
there was silence for the next minute of so. He could hear the 
boy's breathing which seemed rapid and he realized that the boy 
was probably jerking off in front of him.

Next Chris felt something touch each of his tiny nipples. The 
boy was tickling his tipples! And Chris was surprised at how 
sensitive they were and his inexperienced body shuddered in 
response. No one had ever done this to him before. He could feel 
his boy nipples harden and become rigid little nubbins on his 
flat immature chest. As the boy continued to tickle them with 
practiced finger tips, Chris could feel his body tingle all over, 
especially between his spread legs and he felt his cock begin to 
stiffen again.

After several minutes the nipple tickling stopped and Chris was 
startled as he felt something warm and wet suddenly engulf his 
once more rock hard cock. Some kid was sucking his penis.

"No stop! What are you doing!" he cried and desperately tried 
to pull his groin away from the mouth.

But his only reply was the feel of the other boys teeth sinking 
into his hard cock shaft.

"Aaaaaghhhh! No, that hurts!"

Then the knifepoint played across his balls again, forcing him 
to be silent once more.

He couldn't believe it! He was having his cock sucked right 
here in the school gym showers on his first day at school and 
there was nothing he could do about it. This was the first time 
ever anyone had sucked his preteen penis and just like in that 
crowded room earlier today, he had no idea who it was.

Chris was amazed at how good the boy's mouth felt on his cock. 
But then he now remembered the boy's words 'cum in my mouth and 
I'll cut your balls!' Ho no!

Chris desperately tried to force himself not to think about the 
mouth sucking on his most private part. But the other boy knew 
what he was doing. The tongue stroked the sensitive underside of 
his cock and occasionally teased his ultra-sensitive piss slit. 
But try as he might, he could not stop his preteen body from 
responding to the mouth teasing and sucking the length of his now 
rock hard cock.

The boy continued to suck on the sensitive boy cock, and Chris 
could feel finger tips tickling his small firm balls probing them 
for the tiny eggs that they held close against Chris's body. At 
the same time he could now also feel another finger tip trace its 
way from his balls back between his spread legs and between his 
ass cheeks. There it sought out his tiny hole and began to tease 
and tickle it. This new touch was both unexpected and strange to 
Chris. But he was more shocked when the finger tip pressed 
painfully into his hole up to the first joint, and began to 
waggle around inside his bottom. Just as surprising was that he 
also found that this began to feel good.

Soon he was feeling the pressure build up in his groin and he 
knew he was going to cum and there was nothing he could do about 
it. He desperately tried to ignore the mouth on his cock, the 
fingers on his balls and the finger in his bottom. He held his 
breath and tensed all his muscles in his legs and belly trying to 
force the approaching orgasm off. But it was no use.

"Ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" he groaned in final release as his taut young 
body shuddered and his stiff cock began throbbing inside the 
other boy's mouth. After a few more seconds of blissful orgasm 
the mouth slid off his now softening member and Chris realized 
what he had done. And he remembered what the other boy had 
threatened to do if he did!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I tried not to, please don't hurt me," 
he begged his unknown assailant.

The whispered voice said, "I warned you!" and again Chris felt 
the tip of the blade trace a path down the middle of his small 
balls that hugged close and tight to his twelve year old body.

"No please don't! Pleeeease Noooooo!" Chris was starting to 
become hysterical, his voice rising to a high pitched squeal.

Then the blade was removed. The next thing he knew was that the 
rope holding his arms stretched up above his head suddenly became 
loose and he could pull them down again. Realizing that the boy 
hadn't hurt him, but instead had released him, Chris removed the 
towel covering his head. But his attacker was already gone. For 
the second time that day he had been made to cum and he had no 
idea who had done it.

But Chris also knew that the next class would be in here soon, 
so he quickly set to work untying his hands with his teeth. He 
then bent down and began untying the rope holding each of his 
ankles.

Just then the next class began flowing into the showers, to 
Chris's dismay he saw that it was a class of about twenty fourth 
graders from the junior school next door. They were all around 
nine or ten years old. Of course, he remembered, the junior and 
senior schools shared the same sports facilities. This was going 
to be very embarrassing, so the hurried to free himself.

A first group of smaller boys all headed to separate shower 
outlets, seeming not to notice the twelve year old in their 
midst's. Chris stared around at the score of naked young boys. 
Unlike the boys in his own year these younger boys from the 
junior school seemed much more comfortable with being naked in 
front of their classmates. Two or three boys huddled under each 
shower rose and they called out and laughed loudly as they soaped 
up their own bodies and that of anyone else in reach.

Chris saw that about half were circumcised like himself, and 
half had little tubes of foreskin dangling from their tiny 
penises. All had balls that were so small and hugged so tight to 
their bodies that they seemed nearly nonexistent. Also Chris 
couldn't help but notice that a few had small but prominent 
little erections that to Chris looked so cute on these skinny 
nine year old bodies, all wet and streaked with soap foam, that 
he felt his own cock begin to lengthen.

'Oh no, not now!' he thought. Closing his eyes to block the 
arousing view, Chris desperately tried to quickly finish untying 
himself.

Suddenly he heard a loud shrill voice yell out from somewhere 
behind him. "Hey everyone look!" As one all the young boys turn 
to face Chris. "Did someone tie you up in here?" another shrill 
young voice said.

Chris's face flushed red with embarrassment and he remained 
silent as he removed the last of the rope holding him and stood 
up and began heading for the change room.

"Look at the marks all over his butt!" chirped one youngster.

"Hey everyone look at his stiffie!" said another pointing at 
Chris's hairless groin.

Chris looked down and saw that his penis was sticking straight 
out at its full three inch length and bouncing provocatively as 
he walked. He immediately tried to cover it with his hands, but 
its erectness made it hard to conceal.

"Hey look now he's jerking himself!" squealed another voice and 
they all then laughed delightedly at the older boy who hurriedly 
left the shower room and disappeared in to the change room. He 
quickly found his clothes, which thankfully were still there, and 
dressed.

The day was nearly at an end, and Chris felt too shaken to 
attend any more classes today so he headed for the bus stop.

He only had to wait about fifteen minutes before the school 
classes all ended and he soon saw Sam walking towards the bus 
stop. He was happy to see Sam. During this first day, the two 
boys had talked quite a bit and even ate lunch together. Chris 
felt that he'd finally gained a friend. When their bus arrived 
they got on and walked down the aisle of the bus took two seats 
next to each other. Chris was more than happy to sit next to his 
new and trusted friend.

While they rode home, the two boys talked about the day at 
school, but Chris left out the incidents in the assembly room and 
the showers after gym, he still hadn't come to terms with what 
had happened to him.

"Would you like to come over to my house some time?" Chris 
asked Sam casually but hoping the other boy would say yes. "My 
mom usually isn't home until late so we can do whatever we want 
and there's always some pizzas in the fridge."

Sam thought for a minute and said, "Can I come over tonight? My 
parents are still on vacation and there's only the housekeeper 
home, maybe your mom will let me spend the night. I hate being at 
home by myself."

"I don't think mom will mind you staying the night, and I'm 
sure she won't care if you come over."

"Great, I'll just get off the bus with you and then I'll call 
and leave a message on my parents' voicemail."